Adventures of Supergirl 7x15
7th Circle
Once John had healed Kara and Grimmjow, the two were ready to fight once more. "I'm ready. You?" Kara asked him.
"Bring it on!" he said enthusiastically.
"Sounds good to me," Kara said to him. "No one else interferes."
"I get the next one," Mon said impatiently.
Kara and Grimmjow clashed repeatedly in the air above the Phlegethon River. Occasionally, they would crash into rock pillars sending debris down into the river. Grimmjow charged a blast in his right hand at Kara's face. She blocked him with her sword which he caught. With his left hand, he charged another blast and hit Kara to the face into a rock pillar. Grimmjow laughed maniacally at his success.
"I've been waiting a long time for this, mortal. Don't you feel the same way?" Grimmjow taunted. "Tell me you can't wait to tear me apart. You want to kill me, don't you?"
"Sure," Kara said nonchalantly from the ground.
"Let's get started. I'm going to choke the life out of you," Grimmjow declared. Kara merely gave him a blank look. "What's this? You don't look like you want to kill me."
"I'm just bored. You're boring me," Kara mocked.
"Is that right?" Grimmjow sneered and then phased right next to her. Kara got out of the way just as Grimmjow was about to bury her in the ground. The two clashed across the ground avoiding the river. "You came here to fight, didn't you?" Grimmjow accused. "Are you even aware of the instincts that have led you here? I'm a demon, you're a mortal. It's been that way since the beginning."
Kara ignored him and continued to fight, going into the air. She forced him back to the ground but he managed to get a cut on her chest. "You have a nice murderous look in your eye," Grimmjow remarked.
Kara landed back on the ground. "You're right. I like to fight, to kill, to commit violence. There was a time when I was a total pacifist and couldn't hurt anyone. Do you know what turned me into a killer? Was it corruption? No. It was virtue that made me a killer, an avenger to bring God's wrath onto those who do evil. And I do not bear this sword in vain. I will fuck you up in His name."
"Where do you get off thinking you're God's avenger?" Grimmjow asked.
"In the 31st century, I was made queen of Earth by divine right. I am the defender of the faith and you will submit to my sword, demon," Kara told him off.
"A queen?" Grimmjow mocked. "Kings and Queens, reveal yourselves!" he shouted.
From the blood river, hundreds of shades suddenly stood up to be counted, all kings and queens at one time. Grimmjow then grinned mockingly. "You'll find plenty of kings and queens in my river, Kara. You'll be no exception." The centaurs then fired unceasingly at the kings and queens sending them back into the river with horrible wounds. Kara watched as the centaurs fired rapidly into the river until they got them all.
"I'm going to finish this quickly," Kara glared at Grimmjow as she took to the air.
"Let's get down to business," Grimmjow smiled and then began to transform. His blue hair grew into a mane, his ears became cat-like, his eyes became slits, his body became encased in white armor, his hands and feet became cat-like claws, and he even grew a tail. His body twisted and morphed to become more cat-like. Once he was done, he roared like a lion for everyone in the river to hear.
"Don't think that since you've become a furry, I'm going to take it easy on you," Kara mocked.
Grimmjow leaped up above her and swat her through several rock pillars. As Kara continued to descend down at high speed, Grimmjow caught up to her and kicked her hard back up. Grimmjow then swatted her back down to the ground creating a crater. "What's wrong? Surely the angel of death can do better?" Grimmjow mocked.
Kara appeared behind him and sliced him across his back. Grimmjow laughed as he turned around. "That's what I'm talking about. Those eyes of hate."
"I don't judge. I just send souls to God's courtroom," Kara replied.
"Yeah, bullshit," Grimmjow doubted as he attacked her. At this point, Grimmjow had the clear edge hitting Kara multiple times and slamming her up against a pillar. "I was worried this fight would be boring," he mocked.
Kara slashed him across the chest stunning him, a devastating wound. Kara took the offensive slashing at Grimmjow's body causing sparks to fly off his armor. The two landed on the ground and engaged hand-to-hand rather evenly. Grimmjow swiped and kicked like a cat with fluid movements while Kara slashed at him.
"Impressive but you look like you're out of breath. Is your sister really worth it? She's not your flesh-and-blood. You can drop the tough girl act. Your body has taken significant damage and you must be at your limit," Grimmjow taunted.
"Not even close," Kara replied.
As they battled once more, Grimmjow sliced into the side of Kara's face. She, in turn, slashed his cheek open with her sword. Grimmjow blocked her next strike with his armored wrist and swat her away. Grimmjow leaped up, went into a spin, and then kicked her hard into the base of a rock pillar. Despite her best efforts, Kara couldn't manage to slice through his armor and she was getting pummelled by Grimmjow's fast punches and kicks. Grimmjow went into a rapid spin and kicked Kara to the face before she could even react.
"Looks like you've reached your limit," Grimmjow observed. "It was fun but now it's over."
Kara panted with effort refusing to give up. Suddenly, she heard Alex's voice in her head. "Kara!" Grimmjow charged Kara for the kill. As he went to punch her, Kara caught his wrist with her left hand. "I'm not going to be beaten by the likes of you," she told him and then slashed him deep with her sword from top to bottom. Grimmjow fell to his knees dumbfounded but then clutched her blade.
"You're a fool, Kara. I'm still here. You think you've won. You haven't beaten me. I'll scatter your bones across this land," he said and then punched into Kara's gut giving her a devastating wound. "Even now, your eyes still mock me," Grimmjow said angrily and punched her to the gut, and then kicked her up into the air. "It doesn't matter who you are. All those who challenge me will be met with violence."
Grimmjow sped up into the air and extended his claws. Kara turned around and sliced him through the chest. Grimmjow coughed up blood from the mortal wound. He fell off of Kara's sword and hit the ground defeated. An exhausted and hurt Kara landed next to his body. "Do you have any idea how many souls you've sent to my circle? How many have suffered terrible agony because of you? Because of your hate, your vengeance, your lack of mercy. They're all here in my river for eternity because of you."
"How do you figure?" Kara scoffed.
"Had you given them more time to repent, had you given them mercy, had you led them to virtue, they wouldn't be here with me," Grimmjow said softly as he bled out.
"That's their own damn fault," Kara said dismissively.
"That's right. Look away, shut your ears. Ignore your part in all of this," Grimmjow mocked. "Your hands are just as bloody as mine."
Kara looked over the river imagining countless shades boiling alive in it. When they would pop up to escape the pain, they would then get shot down. Never would they be able to escape. Kara couldn't decide what was worse, an eternity in boiling blood or being shot repeatedly on the surface while still half-emerged. How could anyone stand this kind of pain?
"Your body can only feel so much pain before it goes into shock but not the spirit. There's no escape from the pain ever," Grimmjow said as if reading her mind. Kara went over to the fallen Grimmjow.
"Let's get you back up," she said assisting him into a sitting position.
"You fucking trying to help me?" he asked incredulously.
Kara then swiped his head off, grabbed his head by his mane, and then threw it into the river.
5th Circle
Father and son stared as the demon known as Yammy approached them. "I'm looking for the exorcist. Are you him?" he asked Winn.
"What are you?" Winn Jr. wondered.
"Oh, you're just trash," Yammy insulted.
"This is Yammy, the demon of this circle. He prevents anyone from escaping the river," Winn Sr. explained.
Yammy then made a sucking noise with his lips absorbing Winn Jr.'s spiritual energy. When he was done, Winn. Jr. was exhausted and demoralized. "That tasted awful," Yammy said disgustedly. "You must not be the one I'm looking for." Yammy then raised his knee to crush Winn Jr. Just as he was about to, James stepped in and blocked the kick with his shield.
James fell to a knee rattled by the strength of the kick. "Holy shit. Is that you, James? What happened to you?" Winn asked stunned.
"No time to talk," James said as he went for an attack.
Yammy tore through James' arm and sent his shield flying like he was nothing. James fell to the ground with his left arm cut off from before and his right arm completely shattered and torn up.
"You're both trash," Yammy said unimpressed.
Winn went over to James and saw all his injuries. He was in really bad shape from all the battles he had been in. "So, he's still alive. What a tough guy," Yammy said condescendingly. He then went for a punch to finish James off. Winn Jr. stopped him with the end of his lance.
"If only I had been stronger before. To be honest, I went to Argo to escape the violence and conflict. But now you've awoken my inner fury," Winn Jr. said to him.
"Yeah right?" Yammy doubted and went for a solid punch. Winn blocked it with his lance staff with ease.
"In this place, I have no limits," Winn Jr. said more confidently and then leaped up slashing down on Yammy's shoulder. Yammy's arm then fell off.
"Damn you," Yammy cursed at him as he clutched his stump.
"You're still standing. You're really tough," Winn Jr. said amazed.
"Shut the fuck up," he said outraged.
Winn Jr. put his lance into the sand and decided to take Yammy on hand-to-hand. More confident than he had ever been, Winn Jr. tossed Yammy's great body with a judo throw. "You bastard!" Yammy said enraged as he punched at Winn Jr. missing him completely and hitting the ground.
Winn Jr. punched him to the face as he was hunched over, kicked him to the back of his head, and slammed both fists down on his forehead taking him down again. Yammy got back even more pissed-off. His mouth glowed as he was about to unleash an energy attack. Winn Jr. went for his lance and threw it into Yammy's mouth. The lance went through his mouth and out the other side. Yammy then fell to the ground with the lance staff through his head.
Winn Jr. then went back to the injured James. "Holy shit, dude. You're the man," he said to Winn Jr.
"We both are. You just get some rest," Winn Jr. told him.
"You'll never fit two bodies in the boat. You must leave his ass behind," Winn Sr. said to him.
"That's all you can say after I slew a demon?" Winn Jr. asked disappointedly. "Why can't you be the way you were before you became a killer?"
"All the good that you remember me from has been stripped away, son. I feel no love or joy for how I met your mother, how I raised you and gave children toys to play with. I feel no satisfaction for how hard I worked, how imaginative I had become. All I feel is unyielding rage!" he shouted.
"You don't deserve what I'm about to do but I know how much it would hurt mom to never see you again," Winn Jr. said and then took out his cross.
"No, don't do it! I don't want to see you or your bitch mother again! I hate you all," Winn Sr. shouted with spit flying out of his mouth.
"I will remember you for the man you once were, not the monster hell has made you to be," Winn Jr. said patiently and then zapped him with his cross. Winn Sr. then gave his son a look of appreciation and joy.
"Forgive me, son," he said sorrowfully.
"I absolve you," Winn Jr. said and then embraced his father. Winn Sr. then disappeared inside the cross.
"That was beautiful, man," James said tearfully having witnessed the whole thing.
4th Circle
Lena and Nia made their way back to the fourth circle. "Nia, you really amaze me. You've been through so much struggle and adversity than I have," Lena complimented.
"You referring to me being skewered by a trident or being trans?" Nia wondered.
"Hold that thought," Lena said as she saw Szayel waiting for them. "I thought I already defeated you."
"Even though I am a demon, I'm not very good at fighting," he admitted. "I'm a researcher like yourself. I gather data on different spirit patterns. It's the most enjoyable thing in the world to me and, of course, you're fantastic. Your patterns are completely different from the ones I've researched before. So, I was hoping to give you a good welcome...but then you shot me in the neck with an arrow."
"I'm not apologizing," Lena said quickly. "I didn't come here to share notes. I came to kick ass. I don't care about your statistics or your welcome."
"The two of you are actually most fortunate. I intend to kill you both with your limbs still attached," Szayel said menacingly as he unsheathed his long katana blade.
"Let me take him," Nia said barely able to stand and still bleeding.
"Nia, what are you're saying? You're in no condition to fight," Lena objected.
"Maybe by fighting him, I'll reveal his weakness," Nia said.
"How honorable, a male defending a female. How chivalrous of you," Szayel mocked. "And you are a male, there's no denying that. You have deluded yourself from a very young age, I'm afraid. Your chromosomes will always remain the same and they're in all of your cells. You were conceived a male and you will die a male and no amount of surgery or sci-fi bullshit will change that. Even if an embryo is implanted in your transplanted womb and you give birth does this reality change," Szayel taunted.
"When I die and go to heaven, I'll have no gender or sex and nor will anyone else," Nia said.
"Oh?" Szayel wondered.
"So, who gives a shit?" she asked rhetorically and then slashed at him with her whip sword. Szayel easily deflected the whip with his sword with ease.
"Your weapon is nothing out of the ordinary. The theory behind its shape and movement is rather simple. I know I sound rude by saying this but there's nothing more to see about it," Szayel mocked.
"When I'm in position, take the shot," Nia said sacrificially to Lena.
"Wait...what?" Lena wondered.
Nia swung her whip sword around her head and then threw it around Szayel. At the same time, she rushed him so that they were tightly together with her whip wrapped around them.
"I'm sorry. I don't get this close to trannys," Szayel mocked.
A powerful arrow suddenly hit them both in a flash of light. Szayel stumbled away burnt and injured from the attack while Nia remained the same. "Damn it," Szayel cursed painfully.
"I guess my theory was right after all. We can't hurt each other with our own weapons," Lena smirked.
"Well...no shit," Szayel said unimpressed by her analysis.
"Maybe you'll appreciate this stroke of genius then," Lena said as used her hand to suspend five powerful arrows in the air pointed at Szayel from different directions.
"Shit," Szayel muttered as he was hit all at once in a powerful explosion.
7th Circle
Jeremiah, Mon, and John walked up to injured and exhausted Kara. "For a moment there, I thought you were going to give him mercy and maybe try to turn him to the light," Mon remarked.
"Yeah...fuck that," Kara rejected.
"It wouldn't have worked anyway," John said knowingly. "These demons have been assholes for thousands of years. There's nothing we can see here that will change that."
"That little stunt could have hurt our mission success," Jeremiah rebuked Kara.
"Sorry," Kara said ashamedly. "But now we know what we're up against."
"Not all demons will be as easy as that one," John lectured.
"You think that was easy?" Kara asked incredulously.
"Let's move," Jeremiah said impatiently.
As they came towards the river, they were at a loss as to what to do. "Do you need help crossing the river?" a female centaur asked them.
"Holy shit," Kara said startled, and took her sword out.
"My name is Nel. I mean you no harm," she assured them. Her upper part appeared as a slender young woman with green hair and a ram horn helmet. Her lower half resembled a mare with a green coat.
"We can't trust them. According to legend, centaurs were sent to hell during Noah's flood. They're full of violence and warfare," John warned.
"I only punish the damned. You are all living so, of course, I'll help you cross," Nel said brightly.
"I think we should trust her," Mon said smitten by her appearance.
"Why would you want to help us cross?" Kara asked skeptically.
"For one, you all have given us so many souls to punish. Consider it my appreciation," Nel said gratefully.
"Fair enough," Kara agreed.
"Don't do it," John shook his head.
"Show me the soul that was once Hank Henshaw," Jeremiah requested.
"As you wish," Nel said and then plunged her spear into the river. Hank Henshaw was then forced out of the river with the spear through his gut. He was covered and stained with blood, half of his face was missing. He muttered curses at them as he was brought up, his flesh still smoking. Underneath the blood, his body was covered in second-degree burns.
Jeremiah looked over the shade without expression. "Do you know who I am, Hank?"
Hank cleared the blood from his eyes and stared at Jeremiah. "Danvers?" he realized.
"You took me from my family and betrayed me. While my mind was lost for many years, yours was clear. I was brainwashed to kill while you do it freely. You kept me in bondage and denied me all the years I could have been with my wife and daughter," Jeremiah accused.
"Fuck you, Danvers. You betrayed the planet and ruined my life," Hank accused.
"What life was that, Hank? All you wanted to do was kill," Jeremiah shook his head.
"I saved your life countless times, Danvers. We were comrades in arms. You can't deny this!" Hank shouted at him.
"I've hated you for so long and I take some pleasure in seeing you here where you belong...but there was a time when we were friends and fought together for a righteous cause. Maybe if I had preached the word to you more often, you wouldn't have been such an asshole," Jeremiah said thoughtfully.
"I don't need your pity. Send me back into the river," Hank spat.
Jeremiah took out his cross and raised it to him. "I absolve you," he said softly, and then Hank Henshaw was gone inside the cross. He then eyed John's displeased expression. "Just this one," he assured him.
"Shall we get going?" Nel asked eagerly.
"I trusted you with a little thing. Now, I trust you with bigger things," Jeremiah allowed.
"Come with me then," she said cheerfully.
4th Circle
Lena and Nia watched mesmerized by the explosion. "I was able to position my arrows in a perfect pentagram, like a boss," Lena said, impressed with herself. "But I couldn't have done it without you, Nia."
"No problem," Nia said weakly.
Szayel emerged from the flames and smoke burnt up and bleeding but still alive. "Wow, you're still alive despite all the damage you took," Lena mocked.
"If that surprised you, wait until you see this," Szayel said as he summoned Jack Spheer's shade from the ground.
"Jack!" Lena said stunned.
"He was full of violence but his most prominent sin was his greed and wastefulness. I would have taken your father but you took him away from this place, so I'll settle with your ex," Szayel said. Jack struggled against the demon unable to escape his grasp. "Lena, you're in hell, too?" he asked horrified.
"I'm still alive, Jack. I'm going to get to you," Lena said powering up an arrow.
Jack then screamed as Szayel took a bite out of his skull, sucked out his brain, and then threw the corpse down on the ground. Szayel then quickly regenerated from his injuries. "You seem surprised. These shades wasted their talents and resources so now they heal me with their bodies. Don't worry about poor Jack-Jack. He'll be back to his old self soon enough."
"You monster," Lena said horrified.
"I think the word you're looking for is genius," Szayel corrected. "Should you attack me in the same manner, I'll just feed on your ex-lover again."
"I absolve you," Lena said firing her cross at Jack's body and disappearing him into her cross.
"Well, that was a bit rash. For each soul you absolve into that cross, you'll be weighed down," Szayel reminded her. "Don't worry. I have plenty of college classmates, co-workers, and colleagues of yours to spare here in this place."
Immediately, scores of shades arose from the ground from the mines and formed an army around Szayel. Lena looked over their faces horrified by them all. They were all the rich people from her childhood, her classmates, the parents of her classmates, colleagues, business partners, and mentors who had all passed away. "I can't save all of you...but I can't let you get in my way," Lena said and then fired a barrage of arrows that annihilated the shade army in front of her.
Szayel smirked amused at all the body parts scattered about. "So scary," he mocked. "Allow me to take this fight a little more seriously." Szayel then morphed his body so that four tentacles burst from his back that remained suspended in the air like wings. Attached to these tentacles were red sacks. One of the sacks got bigger and exploded. Szayel recovered a doll from the broken sack that resembled Lena in appearance. Szayel then tapped on the doll's head giving Lena an awful headache.
"Like all the gold in this circle, I own you now," Szayel said to her. He then ruthlessly tore the doll in two at the midsection. Lena fell to the ground, her back broken. Szayel then took out a jar of miniature organs. "This one is your stomach," he said to Lena and then crushed it. Lena immediately vomited blood as she felt her stomach crushed inside her body.
"You bastard," Nia said as she charged him with her whip.
Szayel merely swatted her away with one of his tentacle wings. "Don't make such a fuss. It was only her stomach," he said dismissively. "Let's try something a little more personal," he said wickedly as he crushed the breasts on the doll. Lena cried out in pain as her chest was crushed.
Nia went to attack when Szayel crushed a gem in his hands labeled "Achilles tendon." Szayel then looked over Nia's fallen state. "I've decided destroying your organs would cause you both to go unconscious too early. I'm going to start snapping tendons all over your body instead." Nia then felt her left arm snap.
"This is so easy, it's boring," Szayel rolled his eyes at them both.
Nia pointed her whip sword at Szayel in a desperate strike at him. He merely shredded her whip sword to pieces. "Don't you understand, I am immortal and perfect. The demise that is death does not exist for me. I cannot be killed. You cannot defeat me. Not in all of eternity," Szayel boasted.
"Is that all you got? You went on about being a perfect being. Surely, you have some other power or ability you haven't shown us. Don't be so stingy. What is it?" Lena taunted.
Szayel narrowed his eyes at her. "I'm going to expose every nerve in your body."
Several blades from Nia's broken whip-sword suddenly slammed down on Szayel's body from above ripping him to pieces. Lena immediately fired arrows on what was left, scattering the remains across the field. "Fuck that guy," Lena said exhaustedly.
Nia got back to her feet and limped over to Lena. With her right hand, she assisted Lena back up. As she did Lena cried out in pain from her back and crushed organs. "With all this gold, do you think we can buy a good health care plan?" Nia asked dryly.
Lena laughed and then cough up blood. "Leave me here and go find James," she told Nia.
"I don't have a weapon anymore," Nia said of her broken blade. "You do. So, we need to work together."
"Alright," Lena agreed.
Nia then assisted Lena towards the fifth circle past hills of pure worthless gold.
7th Circle
Nel escorted the group towards a floating platform at a dock. All around them, male centaurs fought with each other shedding their blood in ritual combat. "Don't mind them," Nel assured the group as she walked onto the platform. The platform then went down the river deeper into hell towards the dark forest. Along the way, Nel gave the group a tour of the seventh circle and pointed out various conquerors as they popped their heads out.
"In this section, you'll find an odd bunch. They're all Jin-Saiyan. They're here in this district because they died on Earth. In fact, they were all killed by you," Nel said to Kara. The Insane refused to accept their fate and were the most aggressive in trying to get out of the river. Centaurs along the shore and on other platforms were constantly having to shoot them back down.
Mon stared at the scene as he saw Insane warriors he knew. Finally, he saw his mother and father lash out at each other, clawing, biting, and trying to drown the other. "If only you could have negotiated a settlement rather than all this bloodshed. I'm curious. How does it feel to know your wife not only killed your entire kin but also sent them to hell to suffer for all eternity in a hell that isn't even their own district?" Nel asked.
"Kind of shitty," Mon admitted.
Kara gave Mon a look of concern wondering if this would be too much for him. "So, let's continue with the tour," she said awkwardly.
"As you wish," Nel said ready to move ahead.
"No, stop," Mon said softly.
"You're still with that bitch! You betrayed your family, your race. When you die, you're going even farther into the pit than me!" Rhea screamed at him. "This is all your fault. If you hadn't murdered me, we would have conquered Earth," Lar said to her and then pulled her hair until she was back into the boiling blood.
"I thought she was at peace just before she died," Kara said dismayed.
"She may have made peace with you, Kara, but not with God," Nel pointed out.
"Mon, listen to me. This could all be a lie," Kara said to him.
"No, it makes sense," Mon said convinced. "This isn't the hell I envisioned."
"You were expecting glorious battle and constant warfare rather than being stuck in a bloody boiling river. I understand," Nel said knowingly.
Mon turned to Kara angrily. "This is all your fucking fault. You could have made it known to them how powerful you were. You could have stopped the war before it even began. Now, my people and so many others are in hell because of you."
"Don't act so self-righteous. You could have told them," Kara said stubbornly.
"They didn't believe me. You could shown your power to them in a demonstration," Mon accused.
"Back then, your people were the enemy. You were still the enemy. I wanted your people to show their true colors so I could then eliminate them. I was neither interested nor inclined to redeem your people. You people murdered peaceful Kryptonian colonists," Kara shot back. She then turned to the river. "Yeah, that's right. You're in hell because of me and you all fucking deserve it!"
Mon backhanded Kara off the platform into the river. Kara emerged pissed off covered in blood. She sliced at Mon with her sword which he blocked with his ax. He then jumped into the river and the two went at it with their weapons. "This does not help our mission," John said to them.
The two struggled to move and fight in the thick bloody river. "The gap in our power has disappeared here," Mon noticed as he repeatedly slammed Kara.
"You're being used, you idiot," Kara spat back.
The two then disengaged disgusted with the current setting. "This is no place to fight," Mon said bitterly.
"No shit," Kara said. "Look, if I could do it all over again, I would have made it obvious your people couldn't win against me. But we can't look to the past. We can still give the Insane a future."
Mon settled down as he considered the suffering Insane souls in the river. "You know what I have to do. I'm just not sure I have the strength to do it."
Kara looked away realizing what he meant. "Do what you have to do. We're nearly there anyway."
Mon nodded then moved towards his Insane people as Kara got back onto the platform. "So disgusting," she said wringing the blood off her hands. Mon took out his cross and aimed it at the Insane.
"The fuck you doing, Mon?" Rhea screeched at him.
"I've always hated you, mother, from the day I was born. But you seem to be enjoying this hell a little too much, so I'm going to give you something you're not going to like," Mon said to her.
"What would that be?" Rhea spat.
"I absolve you," Mon said and then Rhea disappeared into the cross. Mon then proceeded to absolve his father and then the rest of the Insane in the river until they were all gone. As he did, the cross in hand became heavier and chains appeared across his body. He fell below the surface of the river. A spear caught Mon and brought him back onto the platform.
"There, you go," Nel said bringing him aboard.
"How are you feeling?" Kara asked him.
"Like a burden has been lifted," Mon said as he struggled to get back to his feet.
"You can still stand after that?" Jeremiah asked amazed.
"No sweat," Mon said as he felt weighed down all over his body. "Just like training in the gravity machine."
"You all make a mockery of hell by absolving these people," John rebuked.
Kara and Mon chuckled at that. "Fuck me," John realized who he was dealing with.
5th Circle
Winn got his boat ready to go and then pushed it towards the shore of the Styx River. As soon as it started to float, wrathful shades immediately tore it apart. "You guys are all assholes, you know that?" Winn said pissed off.
"What did you expect?" James asked as he rested against a rock.
"How are we supposed to cross the river now?" Winn asked dismayed.
Lena and Nia then arrived at the scene looking terrible. "James, you look like shit," Lena noted.
"I need a vacation," James muttered.
"Winn, you're looking quite fresh," Lena said resentfully.
"I took down the big guy," Winn said, impressed with himself.
"Is that all? I fought two demons in two circles going back and forth. I've must have crossed the entire diameter of hell by now," Lena said peeved.
"You didn't get caught up in a storm as I did. I was spun around so fast I'm still dizzy," James said.
"Can we just stop competing for who got the most fucked up?" Nia said exasperated. "For all we know, our friends are in pieces on the other side."
"Good point, Nia. Did you make a boat?" Lena asked Winn.
"I did but it got destroyed," Winn said lamely.
Lena eyed the remains of the boat in the muddy river. "Well...shit." Going over to the river, she fired a high-intensity arrow into the river. It divided the water for a brief second before it filled in. "What the fuck do we do now?"
"We go back," James said simply. "We go back to limbo and regroup."
"Those demons can regenerate. We go back, they'll be waiting for us," Lena pointed out.
"Hey, I got an idea," Winn said retrieving his lance from Yammy's head. He went over to the shore and then placed the lance in the water. Closing his eyes, Winn was filled with belief. Suddenly, the waters became divided giving them a dry path to the other side.
"Well, okay then," Nia said impressed.
The wrathful shades tried to get through the divide but found themselves blocked. After some cautious hesitation, the four walked across the river to the other side.
Author's Notes: I'm not necessarily promoting the notion that the damned in hell should be absolved for purely personal reasons. I'm just narrating what I think the characters would do under the circumstances. Yes, evil people probably should be punished severely. Should they be tortured for all of eternity without hope? As we go deeper into hell, Kara's going to be held to account for all the fools she's killed over the last several seasons. I nonchalantly had AOS Kara killing people as a mock to CW Kara who always let the enemy escape and continue to kill people. Now, Kara realizes that her drama with these people isn't over just because they're dead. I always felt Winn was a cool dude that had a good heart. So, while CW and AOS never gave him any respect, I wanted to have him shine here with a powerful spirit.
*I have Tom Welling's Clark in a few of my bonus episodes. I'm pleased that Smallville animated series has been given the green light. In the comics, Zor-El has blond hair so I kind of pictured him as Guy Pierce because he often plays asshole characters but with that condescending sophistication to go with it. With Alura having brown hair, Zor-El sort of needs to be blond to make sense for me. I always pictured Zor-El as a British aristocrat ashamed of his obnoxious slutty daughter and wanting to get rid of her. I don't believe Zor-El should have been played by a man that looks nearly identical to Mon-El in appearance and age. I got some daddy-issue vibes there, like WTF. Of course, I invite readers to imagine whatever makes sense to them personally because that's the fun of it.